My breeder is the strongest

Saying "live long" to a genie is roughly equivalent to telling a track athlete that you're really tall.

Anyway, it's a bit of a curse.

But Gojo Satoru wouldn't care about such trivial matters.

Because the atmosphere was too weird, Nuliang Rikusheng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously replied, "Uh... oh."

"However, I only have a quarter of monster blood, so my lifespan should be about the same as that of humans."

Gojo Satoru glanced at him, then looked away again.

Use actions to explain what "I don't care".

Nuliang Rikusheng: "..."

Be patient, be patient.

It's the last day, and I lost the fight.

He stopped looking at Gojo Satoru, leaned against the wall instead, stuffed his hands into the wide sleeves of his kimono, and said casually.

"Speaking of...do you like Jiu?"

"..."

There was a bang, the sound of Master Wutiao's head hitting the chandelier on the table.

He gasped, lowered his head and covered the back of his head, and still retorted in shock.

"How is it possible - your brain is flooded or you drink too much and then talk nonsense, be careful that I will beat you to death, bastard and half demon!"

Nuliang Rikusheng: "..."

We two, whose head will bloom first?

Wujojiu's campus life was not going very smoothly.

Or, so to speak, it went too well.

It went so smoothly that no one was bothering me except myself.

The first thing that troubled Wujojiu was that he couldn't turn back into a cat for at least eight hours a day.

It's not that there is something wrong with the human form, but the hind legs can't reach the ears, and the tail can't get things out... Also, wearing clothes and no hair, it feels like running naked.

Moreover, we must also pay attention to maintaining emotional stability, otherwise, if the ears and tails come out accidentally, something bad will happen.

Being surrounded by people is a trivial matter, that is, if the clothes are torn.

A bit troubled.

After all, clothes are not cheap.

There is Gojo Satoru in the family, a guy who spends money without restraint. Gojojiu is already very worried about the future economic situation at a young age.

Besides, Gojojiu was still a little nervous.

After all, he has been in contact with more curse spirits than people since he was a child, and he can count the human beings he knows on one hand, and more than half of his brain circuits are not normal.

This kind of feeling is like a cat going to dog school. Not only must it resist not being able to meow, but it must also bark in the dog group every day without showing its secrets.

Isn't this embarrassing for the curse spirit?

The day before school started, Gojojiu hugged Gojo Wu nervously and couldn't let go.

Master Wutiao closed the book and called his full name, "Wutiaojiu!"

Wujojiu paused, slowly slid off the back of Young Master Wujo, and looked in front of him.

"What is Wu looking at?"

The book is a textbook issued by the school, and the title of the book is "The Theory of Spells".

This book looks quite old, and there are horizontally drawn notes on it. It should not be Wujou's own.

After all, his book was so clean that even the identification department of the Metropolitan Police Department could not find any traces. The number of times it was opened was very small, and there were not many fingerprints on it.

Gojo wondered for a long time, "Didn't Wu say that this is useless?"

Gojo Satoru hit him on the head with the back of the closed book, grinned and said, "Troubleshooting, shut up."

"Wow."

Wujojiu covered his forehead from the beating, aggrieved, retreated into the corner, and silently flashed his eyes.

Young master Wutiao has always been angry recently, and his anger is inexplicable and irregular at all.

It really bothers the cat.

Gojo Satoru ignored his emotions, and opened the book again against the light - he read it for less than ten seconds.

Declare surrender.

He let out a long breath, threw the book on the bed behind him, stroked his bangs, turned to face Wujojiu, and beckoned to Maozizi.

"come over."

Gojojiu lay on Gojo Satoru, contentedly enjoying the owner's smooth hair.

One side of the ear is turned up and the other is flat, and the pointed point shakes happily from time to time, and then switches sides.

The tail is flattened and every hair fluffed out.

Wutiao Wu uses one mind and three tasks, reading a book with one hand, smoothing the cat with the other hand, and teaching children with his mouth.

"What if someone strikes up a conversation with you?"

"Remember." Gojo Gojo spoke convincingly, "Just say 'I'm not interested in the same sex'."

"What if it's a girl?" Gojojiu asked.

"Girl." Gojo Wujo's eyes wandered, absent-minded, "Just let's see if the other party looks good..."

Suddenly, a magnified face appeared in front of him.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, subconsciously pulled a little distance away, Gojo Jiu blinked, but didn't receive the signal at all, so he moved up and continued to try nose-to-nose.

Gojo Satoru stuttered: "...you, what are you doing."

The kitty stared at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out his arms to wrap around his neck.

Cat ears and a tail popped out, the ears flicked, and the tail formed an "S" behind him, dangling back and forth.

This is his excitement.

"Sure enough, Wu is the best looking!"

Those ice-blue cat pupils are full of sincerity and trust.

Gojo Satoru paused, and looked away unnaturally, "Of course...by the way, what about your favorite type, are you narcissistic?"

After all, Gojojiu looks exactly like him.

The kitty shook his head firmly, stepped away from him, and rummaged in the corner of the bookcase for a long time, then found a magazine.

Wujo Wu rolled his eyes wide.

Huo, a complete collection of famous cats in the world.

This little bastard still has this preference.

Gojojiu flipped a page, held it next to Wujo Wu's face, and said excitedly.

"Look—he looks exactly like Wu!"

On that page, there was a white race-grade Persian cat.

female.

Wutiaowu: "..."

"Wujojiu." Gojo Wujou had no expression on his face, and picked up his back collar, "Get out!"

The door in front of him was shut with a slam, and the cat who was swept out rolled around twice and sat up in a daze.

what happened?

He stayed for a long time, and slowly patted the clothes on his body.

Still can't figure out why Gojo Satoru suddenly turned his back on him.

However, it is strange that Master Wutiao has not been in a day or two.

Since the last mission, Gojo Satoru's reaction has been unpredictable. All the previous tricks have been invalidated, and five years of experience have been wiped out overnight.

Thinking of this, Wujojiu stood up silently and sighed.

Life is not easy, cats sigh.jpg

Well, forget it.

Wujoji flicked his tail.

How about eating a bowl of egg bibimbap first.

There is nothing that a bowl of egg bibimbap can't solve, if there is, then two bowls.

Although, on the first day of school, Gojojiu got into a big trouble that even an egg bibimbap couldn't solve.

Things have to start in the morning.

Because Gojo Satoru lost his temper inexplicably the day before, Gojo spent two hours in the study, trying to find some clues from the experience of human predecessors.

Then he found a book.

"Deep Hypnosis: Exploring the Underlying Logic of Personality Mutations"

Wujojiu:!

This is exactly what he needs right now!

Wujojiu reads quickly, but this book cannot be read at home.

If Master Wutiao saw it, he would definitely lose his temper again.

So Maozizi quietly stuffed the book into his schoolbag, planning to read it at school the next day.

But he didn't expect that there was no room for him to read in the school.

Xia Youjie's worries were not wrong at all. After Wutiaojiu introduced himself on the podium, a circle of people surrounded him after class.

"Student Wutiao, do you have a favorite star?"

"Student Wujo, do you want to drink coffee together after school?"

"Student Wujo, your eyes are so beautiful, are they contact lenses?"

Wutiaojiu was at a loss - they didn't play their cards according to the routine!

Whether it's "I'm not interested in the same sex" or judging appearance first, neither method will work!

Gojo hesitated for a long time, and finally came up with a trick to escape.

He stood up suddenly - he quickly took the book out of the bag with his left hand, propped the table with the other hand, and spoke righteously.

"Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom."

Then, once gone, never came back.

Gojojiu found a tree in the school, hid himself in the dense cherry blossoms, leaned on the trunk and breathed a sigh of relief.

Humans are so scary.

There should be no one chasing here, right?

Kitty found a comfortable position, lay down and began to read.

It may be that this book really has a "hypnotic" effect, or that the smell of cherry blossoms around is too fragrant, or that he hasn't had enough sleep today.

Looking at it, sleepiness surged up.

The flowing clouds in the sky floated slowly, and the light pink cherry blossom petals were flying in the air.

Akashi Seijuro finished today's student council patrol and passed by the cherry blossom trees next to the flower beds.

He looked up as usual, but this time, he was completely stunned.

Hidden among the pink cherry blossoms was a swollen bluish-black face with pus and five eyeballs crowded together.

Danger.

The hairs stood on end, the muscles tensed, and the sixth sense sent out the signal immediately.

He had just taken half a step back, and before he had time to run - he heard a muttering, coquettish voice from above his head.

"……Quarrel."

Waking up from a dream and half waking up to see the curse spirit, Gojojiu subconsciously thought that he was following Gojo to realize the mission, grabbed it casually, crushed the thing with the magic power, and then turned over——

Wait, why is it so empty?

Wujo was taken aback for a long time.

It's over.

A moment of weightlessness.

A large living person fell from a tree, and Akashi Seijuro subconsciously reached out to catch it. The weight was much lighter than expected, and the place where the skin touched was warm, smooth and soft.

He lowered his head and met his gaze.

It was a pair of ice blue eyes like ice crystals.

Suddenly—he felt something fluffy crawl out from between his fingers.

It was only at this time that Wujojiu woke up.

...Fuck! ! !

He jumped off the red-haired boy with a whoosh, and took several steps back until he hit the cherry blossom tree trunk behind him.

Akashi Seijuro silently pointed behind him.

"That... the tail."

Wujojiu: "..."

How to do this.

Suddenly, Fuku came to his heart, Wujo Jiu took off the tie of the school uniform in twos and twos, tied a knot at the bottom, held the long end, and stretched it out in front of Akashi Seijuro.

Start shaking.

While shaking, he used the other hand to hold the tail behind him as if nothing had happened.

He also tried to cover up the hole in the buttocks.

"This classmate." Gojojiu turned around and hypnotized him earnestly, "You didn't see anything."

Akashi Seijuro: "...Oh."

What, ears.

Cover it too, thanks.

The author has something to say: Wujojiu’s mate selection (handsome/beautiful) criteria: white Persian cat > Ragdoll > Maine Coon > Siamese > all shorthair

Gojojiu: Long hair is justice!